22. Chapter 21
Psycho
“Fuck, come one brother, it’s been four months man and Ivy, she’s struggling and there is only so much we can do, she needs you,” Viper whispers bringing me out of my fog.
Fuck my head is pounding.
I hear a sigh before Viper continues, “Everything is fucked up brother and things just aren’t right without you and I fuck, I’m seeing someone brother and it doesn’t feel right to introduce her to the family without you there.”
Okay, that beeping is pissing me off.
I hear rustling before he whispers, “Your family needs you, Jax, Ivy needs you…”
My body aches, my head feeling like it isn’t even attached to my body but his sorrow in his voice causes me to act and slowly, so very fucking slowly I move my hand while squeezing my eyes tight and I groan, the movement difficult, my body stiff.
“Fuck Jax!” Viper gasps, “You with me, brother?”
“Just,” I croak as I open my eyes but curse, “ Fuck ,” with how bright it is and squeeze them tightly again.
“Fuck, Blade, he’s awake!” Viper shouts, and I groan.
“Inside voice, brother…” I rasp, my throat dry as I open my eyes again and take a look around the room, and notice I’m in a hospital room.
What the fuck?
I furrow my brows as Viper puts a cup to my lips. I try to take it off him because I’m not some fucking pansy, but my body doesn’t comply, my hand dropping instantly and he says, “Easy brother, your body is weak, take a few sips.”
I listen and take a few sips before my door bangs open and I wince at the sound before locking eyes with Blade’s dark blue ones, which tear up.
“You’re awake?” his voice cracks, and I retort, “And you look like shit,” and he does.
His beard has grown, and lines have formed underneath his eyes.
“Who died?” I ask, completely stunned that Viper looks just as bad.
“You nearly did,” Blade mutters, shocking me and he shakes his head and runs his hands through his shoulder-length hair and admits, “Brother, you’ve been in a coma for four months.”
What the fuck?
Shock runs through me, and I croak, “F-four months?” just as people run into my room and I look up in time to see Venom, Mama and Dad along with some doctors.
“Oh, thank god,” Mama cries as Dad quickly takes her in his arms while Venom links his fingers behind his head, his eyes tearing as he takes me in, while a doctor in his mid-forties and graying black hair rushes over.
“Mr. Garcia, welcome back,” he says, and I frown.
“Where’s Ivy?” I ask in confusion as to why she’s not here.
Fuck is she in New York?
I can feel the panic rising in me, the machines beeping a little quicker, and Blade opens his mouth, but the doctor cuts him off and asks, “Before we answer your questions, Mr. Garcia, I need you to answer ours first, okay? But I need you to try and remain calm.”
He looks at me intently, and I clear my throat but nod and reply, “Alright…” cautiously.
If Ivy moved to New York before I can get her to fall in love with me, then remaining calm isn’t going to happen because she was supposed to leave knowing she loved me then return within days.
“Okay, what is your full name?” he asks, and I state, “Jax Hudson Garcia, but my brothers call me Psycho.”
He nods, “Very good.” Then he points around the room and asks, “And these people... do you recognize them all?”
I nod again and mutter “Yeah,” my nerves picking up over where my best friend is.
Alright so she’s more than that to me but it’s not like I could tell her how I feel with my dad fucking clubwhores behind Mama’s back and her wanting to try living her life outside of said fucking club.
“Okay,” the doctor says as he writes on the clipboard then asks, “tell me what your last memory is Mr. Garcia,” and I frown still confused as fuck but he quickly adds, “You had quite a nasty knock to the head so just appease me please.”
I tilt my head as the nurse checks my monitor and pulse and admit, “Ivy and I at the diner eating burgers…”
“When was the last time he took Ivy to the diner?” Mama asks Dad with concern, and he mutters, “A long fucking time ago…”
Shit.
“And how old are you?” the doctor asks, but I freeze, noticing the president patch on Blade’s chest—a patch he shouldn’t be getting until next year.
Fuck.
“I’m twenty-three,” I admit, and Mama chokes back a sob while the doctor sighs, “It appears you have short-term memory loss, Mr. Garcia,” and I look his way and question, “What does that mean?”
He gives me a slight smile and explains, “It means you have fixation amnesia and your life over the past five years is temporarily forgotten. Now it will return within time but how much time no one can explain,” he looks at the other doctors that came in with him and states, “I want a head CT to confirm the diagnosis as soon as possible,” before he looks at me, “I’m sure you have questions but I believe your family explaining what happened will be better than me but what I can explain is that your wound has healed nicely and you have no permanent damage. ”
Wound as in…
I swallow hard, already knowing I most likely got hurt within the club, but I nod as another woman rushes in, whom I don’t recognize, and I frown.
She gasps, “He’s really awake?” and Blade looks her way as her chocolate brown eyes tear up while she runs her fingers through her caramel hair.
“Come here, princess,” Blade orders gently and the woman walks over to him before he wraps his arms around her, and I notice the old lady cut, her eyes solely focused on me.
Fuck me, he has an old lady?
I gently move the needle over Luna’s hip, the burn mark deeper than the others, and she flinches, making me wince and look up to see her gripping Blade’s hand tightly, and I mutter, “Sorry, sweetheart.”
She nods but looks at the ceiling, and I know she hasn’t got much longer until this becomes too much for her.
Fuck I really don’t want to make her sit through another sitting, the poor woman had been through enough…
“Luna?” I ask, looking at her, wincing at the throbbing in my head and everyone looks at me, and I frown as she sends me a sweet smile.
She was raped throughout her teenage and early adult years by her brothers VP and none of her family believed her.
Fuck .
“You knew her before your memory in the diner?” the doctor asks, and I gently shake my head. He hums, “Okay, good. That just confirms my diagnosis that this is temporary, but I still want that CT,” while Blade grins, relief shining off him.
“Will he get all his memories back at once?” my Mama asks as Luna murmurs, “He’s lost his memories?” in shock.
“No, that is normally not the case,” the doctor denies, “It will be slow-burning, and little bits will come back, but never say never. I have seen a few cases where only one person or even one action brought back what they’ve lost, and most of their memories returned.
Others may not,” He looks at me, “I’ll come to see you once I have the results from your CT. ”
I nod again, my mouth suddenly dry.
Five years, I’m missing five years of my life, and I have no idea where to start to regain it back.
Fuck my head hurts.
I drop my head back on the pillow as the doctors leave, and as soon as the door shuts, Blade speaks first, “You’re the VP,” and I hum and retort, “I figured that out, brother, seeing your patch.”
He chuckles, “You have not lost your quick responses, then,” and I give him the middle finger while Luna lets out a sob, and I look at her.
She shakes her head as we lock eyes and says, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” and I frown as Blade sighs, holding her close to him.
“What have you got to be sorry for?” I ask in confusion.
“I took Blades gun,” she blurts, and I raise a brow at her because I know this tiny woman did not shoot me, even if I can’t remember what happened and Blade shakes his head and admits, “You dropped your gun on the deck in the yard and Misty picked it up and-and pointed it at Ivy…”
I shoot up, my eyes wide, but groan at the numbing pain that hits. Dad quickly rushes over with Venom, and they both shove me back down, causing me to grunt.
“I would say sorry brother but that was fucking stupid,” Venom snaps and I wince, “Too loud, brother,” causing him to snort.
“My sister is okay, you saved her,” Venom whispers, and I physically relax as we lock eyes, his expression full of appreciation.
Blade continues, getting my attention, “Luna saw Misty grab your gun and quickly got mine. She managed to shoot her arm disarming the woman but not before she pulled the trigger on yours,” Blade shakes his head, “Ivy didn’t even move.
She knew you were behind her and she didn’t move, willing to take the hit,” my mouth parts, “She hit her head hard after you shoved her out of the way and she was knocked out for forty-eight hours while you, well, you’ve had a four month long nap. ”
Fuck me.
“And where is Misty now?” I ask because none of this is coming back to me.
Misty was my go-to girl but she was also for several other brothers so the fact she thought she owned me was fucking pathetic especially when everyone knows what I felt for Ivy, or came to realize it anyhow.
“Dead,” Blade admits, and I tilt my head but instantly regret it and wince at the kink in my neck. Blade sighs, “Mama shot her in her head.”
Fuck, yet I’m not overly surprised.
Ivy is like a daughter to Anna.
I sigh, “Where’s Ivy now? Is she in New York?”
Fuck I hope not, I really fucking hope not.
Mama sniffles and whispers, “No, baby, she’s not in New York, she never went.”
The beeping in the room gets faster as my pulse picks up, and I swallow hard.
She never went to New York. Does this mean we… no, it can’t have otherwise she’d be in here right now.
“I’ll go get her, brother,” Venom says softly, and I slowly nod as he moves from the bed, locking eyes with Blade, and something passes between them.
Fuck, is she with someone else?
Is she married?